The old woman leaned over her back, and with great difficulty poked her whole body into the garbage can, rummaging for useful things, and her movements were not at all neat, and even looked a little clumsy.

Moya was curious, and stared at the old woman's back silently.

The old woman rummaged through the trash can for a while, found a small amount of something that could be sold for money, put it in her big bag, and then struggled to resist on her shoulder, and walked slowly.

At this moment, a group of laughing children passed by the old woman, and the eldest child deliberately hit the old woman's bag.

The old woman was already struggling to carry the bag, but this collision, the center of gravity shifted, and the old woman fell to the ground, and the contents of the bag fell to the ground, all of which were plastic bottles and other things found in the trash can.

The child cursed a few words to the old woman on the ground, and then hopped away with a group of children.

The old woman silently lowered her head to pick up the fallen bottle.

Mo Ya was very angry at this situation, got up and paid and walked out of the café, and was about to teach the child a lesson, but when she left the café, the group of children was gone, leaving only the old woman still picking up the scattered things on the street.

Moya sighed, came to the old woman, and helped the old woman pick up the plastic bottle.

"Thank you, girl, thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks, grandma."

The old woman kept saying thank you, and Mo Ya waved her hand again and again.

"Grandma, I'll help you."

Mo Ya watched the old woman struggling to carry the bag, and couldn't bear it, so she took the bag down and put it on the magic wand, and the magic wand hovered over to buy Mo Ya's side, Mo Ya said again, "Grandma, where is your home? I'll send it back for you."

The old woman said embarrassedly, "How can this be done, you have already helped me so much, I can do it myself, it is cold, it will not be good if I freeze you to death."

Mo Ya smiled: "Grandma, it's okay, my body is strong, it can't be frozen, let's go." With that, let's go first.

The old woman looked at Moya's jumping back, stretched out her hand, and looked like she wanted to say something, and after a few seconds, she sighed, smiled, and walked away.

"Girl, what's your name?"

"Moya, grandmother, what about you?"

"My name is Liu Mo'er, I'm a local, and the girl is from somewhere else, right?"

"Mmmm, Grandma Liu, your eyesight is so good."

"Huh! It's not that I have good eyesight, it's because, locals, no one wants to meddle."

「…… Why?"

"This one! It's a long time ago, so let's not mention it."

"Grandma Liu, just tell me, I like to listen to stories the most."

"Since you like to listen, then go to my house, and I'll tell you slowly, it's cold outside."

"Okay! Okay!"

Among the fluttering snowflakes, an old man and a young man walked down the street talking and laughing.

The old woman's home is in the old street in the south of the city, where the appearance of the city in the past is still retained, the classical style, the street is lined with withered trees, there is no one on the street, the thickness of the snow has reached an astonishing half a meter, there is such a thick snow after a short time, Moya did not expect the snow to fall more and more, when they walked here, the two of them already had thick snow.

The old woman had long been accustomed to such weather, and she looked strange, and led Mo Ya to her place in front with a smile.

The street lights flickered, Mo Ya couldn't help but shrink her neck, it was too dark here, she wasn't worried that the old grandmother was a bad person, it's just that the old grandmother lived in such a place, would she encounter those bad people.

After all, the old grandmother is a helpless person.

When you encounter such a person, you can only let it be slaughtered.

After about five minutes, the old woman led Mo Ya to the gate of a large mansion, Mo Ya looked at the house inside the big iron gate and couldn't help but be stunned, she never expected that the place where the old grandmother lived was so big, and it looked like she was very rich, and she couldn't help but wonder in her heart.

How could a grandmother pick up bottles on the street if she could live in such a place?

Soon, though, Moya discovered the anomaly.

Although the mansion is luxurious, it seems to be dilapidated, and there is no light, and it looks particularly oppressive and gloomy in the absence of light.

The old woman skillfully saw a bunch of keys open the small door, and said with a smile, "Miss Moya, come with me."

"Oh, good." Mo Ya came back to her senses and nodded and followed the old woman into the big iron gate, and after the old woman locked the door, she took Mo Ya on the stone path.

The old woman did not enter the mansion, but went around to a nondescript corner at the back, where there was a two-story house, which seemed to be a place for the servants to live.

The old woman came to the first room on the right and took out the key to open the door, and said, "I used to live on the second floor, but now my legs and feet are inconvenient, so I can only move down, Miss Moya, you don't have to be restrained, I am the only old woman here."

Moya put the bag in the hallway and walked into the house with a confused face, it was a single room, there were no superfluous furnishings, but it was neatly cleaned and organized.

The old woman turned on the stove, lit the sawdust for the fire, put the chopped wood in it, closed the lid, and smoke came out of the pipe, and after a while the temperature in the small room warmed up.

Moya took off her coat and hung it on the wall, went to the edge of the stove and pulled a stool and sat down, and the old woman fetched a pot of water and put it on the stove to open the lid and boil the hot water.

"Miss Moya," said the old woman, "if you are hungry or not, if you don't dislike it, I'll do it for you now."

"No, no, no, no need, Grandma Liu, I've already eaten it, so I won't trouble you."

"yes, okay then."

The old woman took out a beautiful but old wooden box from the cupboard, sat down by the fire, opened it and handed it to Mo Ya, "Miss Mo Ya, this is a biscuit I made with my own hands, how about you taste it?"

Mo Ya looked down, and suddenly her eyes lit up, the biscuit was printed with the appearance of a small animal, picked up a piece and tasted it, nodded and praised, "Well, it's delicious."

The old woman smiled and said, "Eat more if it's delicious."

"Well, okay, Grandma Liu."

Moya has no resistance to snacks and eats several pieces in a row.

The water boiled, and the old woman made another cup of black tea for Moya.

Mo Ya blew and tasted it, and couldn't help but be surprised, "Wow! Grandma Liu, this tea is so delicious, where did you buy it, I want to buy some too."

The old woman said, "I made it myself, and if you like it, I have it here, so I'll give it to you."

"How's that going to work?" Mo Ya shirked and said, "I've already disturbed you, I still eat your biscuits, I have your tea, and I'll be embarrassed to ask for something again."

The old woman waved her hand and sighed: "What is a little rough tea, you have already done me a great favor, my waist is not good, it is difficult to pick up rags, I haven't thanked you well, if you like to drink tea, I will give it to you, anyway, it is useless to keep it, I don't like to drink tea, these teas are made for the young master, he is not coming back now, I can't keep it, I'm not here one day, hey!"

The old woman's words revealed melancholy, and her cloudy eyes could not hide the inexplicable desolation.